The shortness of life, the length of hours. Everything gone before is a flashing moment. Everything today is idle and still. But as today turns to yesterday. Its again a flash, and a spinster of second. Everything tomorrow is the unpredictable future. We wait and plan. We make our hours seem like years. We watch … Continue reading Time
Author: Huma Ishaq
Peace
Tall and graceful, he walked into my life. It was odd to watch him from the corner of my eyes. Sitting their. Silent and still. Under the humid heavy air. I watched him as he looked into nothing. His sight travelled far into the universe. His posture strong, his hands resting on top of each … Continue reading Peace
Real need
She walked in an empty room, wrapped in blanket, and nothing else. She walked in slowly. Close to her bed. She was looking for pleasure in pain. because the opium to mental stress is physical pain. But no one was their not a soul to hear. She climbed on to the bed. and lay down. … Continue reading Real need
Old days
Alone
Sitting in my room I am alone. I think of death and I am alone. I breathe in air and I am alone. I sit in a crowd yet alone. I talk to stranger too familiar. I get advise from people who dont know me. Be responsive and You will not blast. Be easy and … Continue reading Alone
I Will Be Relieved.
She sat alone, in a corner, in a big house. The house was big, because she felt small. As years had passed, she realized: her muscles weak, her bones brittle, her heart beating slower by the day, and silent by night. But there were times, when her heart beat fast, at speed of light. Those times did come, but as rare and as frequent as the full moon. And here she is, in her lows right now. Sitting peacefully at sight, but a grenade inside. Still as a wall. sitting on its axis, motionless. The only sound around her came from the powerful inhales and exhales of her breath. It takes an effort to breathe. ‘I need power I don’t have. I am so alone.’
And there she sits. with legs crossed at the knees. Her numb white feet in anguish and pain, not willing to touch the ground beneath…
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Japanese Minimalist Aesthetics
“The ancient Taoist scholar Laotse espoused that the true beauty of a room lay in the vacant space enclosed by the roof and walls, rather than the roof and walls themselves. He aspired to an aesthetic ideal of emptiness. True beauty could only be realized in the material world, he held, when it was stripped … Continue reading Japanese Minimalist Aesthetics
